Sarah and Alex look normal at first glance, like that couple from your office who always bring matching lunch, but this game loves peeling that nice marriage skin off layer by layer until you start going “ok, that’s kind of fucked up… keep going.” You hop between their heads without much ceremony, one moment you’re Alex watching your wife bend over in a tight dress she swears is “totally fine for a casual drink,” next moment you’re Sarah in the bathroom mirror, practicing a smile that is a little too hungry for a simple neighbor meetup. The switch of perspective hits nicer than I expected, especially when you see the same scene from both sides. Example: there’s this early party where you’re controlling Alex, nursing a drink, trying not to stare while some tall dude from Sarah’s new job stands way too close, hand hovering behind her lower back. You can choose to play it cool, cut in, or just watch. Later, the game tosses you into Sarah’s POV of that same evening, and suddenly that “accidental” brush of his fingers across her ass isn’t accidental anymore, and she’s thinking about it while she pretends she’s only tipsy.

The sex doesn’t explode in your face from the first click, it kind of crawls under the skin. There’s a slow corruption vibe that fits really well with the whole “we’re still good people, right?” energy. You get these small moments that feel more dirty than a full on gangbang: Sarah in the kitchen, late at night, one hand in her panties, replaying the way Alex’s friend looked at her chest when she leaned forward, her other hand clamped around the phone because she’s watching a short clip some guy secretly recorded of her dancing. There’s voyeurism all over the place, but it isn’t only some random peeping Tom. Sometimes you make Alex sit there and basically torture himself, watching a live cam from a club where Sarah said “don’t worry, I’ll behave” while some stranger’s hands start roaming on the dance floor. Of course you can try to shut it down, but the game likes to tempt you into being that guy who just keeps watching, even when he knows it might end in his own wife getting a creampie from someone who doesn’t even remember her name. It’s messed up, and it kind of works too well. What cracked me up is how the game pretends to offer a wholesome path and then keeps slipping in options like “just one little kiss” or “let him touch, but only over the clothes” and you already know where that staircase leads. There is this one blowjob scene in a car where you can either be loyal or let Sarah go all in on a coworker. The animation there is actually pretty good, the way her hand twists at the base while she takes him deeper, spit on her chin, and she keeps glancing at the rearview mirror like she half expects Alex to appear. It’s trashy and hot and slightly depressing at the same time.

The sandbox bits around the neighborhood and different locations are hit and miss. On one hand, you can schedule little “adventures” for each of them: gym visits where groping in the shower “just happens,” bar nights that end up with interracial dares, quiet evenings where Sarah masturbates on the balcony because she knows the neighbor across the street is watching. That exhibitionist streak can be gentle or straight up reckless depending on how you lean into the teasing options. On the other hand, yeah, sometimes it feels like you’re wandering a bit, clicking spots on the map, waiting for the next real push in the story. It’s not broken, just slightly clunky if you’re used to very tight pacing. What I like is how the choices actually bite you in the ass with the multiple endings. You can steer them toward swinging, more open-ish arrangements, or go full netorare pain, where Alex basically becomes a spectator to his own ruined marriage. Or maybe he enjoys it, depending how you build him up. The game isn’t shy with oral, handjobs under tables, public touching, all that basic stuff, but the part that stuck with me was a simple scene on the couch: Alex pretending to watch a movie, Sarah sitting between his legs, rubbing herself through her panties against his thigh, but she’s texting someone else the whole time. Nothing hardcore, but the quiet cheating in her eyes is way filthier than the later explicit sex. I kind of hate that they’re both like this. I also kind of love it.

Void Club feels like somebody mashed a horny space opera with a janky tycoon game and then forgot to polish either part, and honestly that is half the charm. You’re not playing some chosen hero, you’re basically the poor bastard stuck managing a twisted interdimensional strip joint, trying to keep the books green while the “Master” jumps through portals and drags back new girls from whatever universe he feels like raiding that day. On paper it sounds very epic. In practice you’re staring at screens, clicking through menus, lining up shifts, checking stats, juggling money, and then suddenly you’re balls deep in a scene where a stacked alien girl with tits like they’re trying to escape gravity is drooling on your cock while asking if human cum really tastes like that. The switch from boring office vibes to “oh shit, I’m actually fucking her now” is kind of wild. It’s not smooth, but that messy feeling fits, like the whole club is barely held together with duct tape and cum.

What I liked more than I expected is how cheap some moments feel and how horny they still made me. You’ll be doing routine management, assigning girls to rooms, tweaking prices like some nerd, and then a random “event” pops where you walk in on two girls grinding on each other backstage because they got bored. One has this massive ass that jiggles in the animations in a way that looks almost wrong, like some dude traced over porn gifs, but it works. Another time I was just checking on a tired worker, clicked the wrong thing, and it turned into a sleep sex scene where the guy clearly knows he shouldn’t, but still slides her panties aside and slowly pushes in while she mumbles in her dreams. I’m a purist usually, I like simple, awake, normal sex, but fuck, that one got me hard anyway and I hated that it did. Then again later I skipped a similar scene because the moral part of my brain finally woke up. So yeah, I’m inconsistent. The game too. One moment it gives you soft teasing, a milf bartender with big tits leaning over the counter, pushing her cleavage right in your face while asking about the night’s earnings. Next moment you’re hosting a group session where a monster girl with glowing eyes is getting throatfucked while another guy pumps a creampie into her pussy, and the rest of the crew is just grabbing at everything they can reach. It’s not sophisticated. It’s not subtle. It is dirty, specific, and kind of shameless in that way where you feel a bit gross and still click “next scene” anyway.

You wake up to another stupid rooster scream, same old wooden ceiling, same pile of work waiting outside, and your first thought is not “good morning” but “I need to get the hell off this farm or at least get laid in a more interesting way.” The game just drops you into that feeling. Dust on your boots, sun in your eyes, hands rough from work, and your cock already half hard because that tight top the neighbor milf wore yesterday will not leave your brain alone. She bent over once to pick up a bucket and you could see her tits fighting her bra like they were trying to escape the countryside too. That’s the kind of energy here. Calm, slow, horny. Like Pornhub opened a little side branch in some forgotten village and nobody told the church.

You walk around the farm and the town like a bored nineteen year old with too much libido and not enough sense. Point at stuff, click, listen, watch, sometimes jerk off in places you really should not. One second you are fixing a fence just to be a “good boy,” next second you’re getting distracted by the farmer’s wife leaning on that same fence, arms under her giant boobs, asking you innocent questions that sound anything but innocent. She talks about “milking” and “plowing” like it’s normal, then pretends she has no idea why you’re hard. Sure, Karen. Of course you don’t. Sometimes you end up alone in the barn at night, hay smell, quiet frogs outside, hand in your pants while you replay in your head the way her tits bounced when she laughed. The game actually lets you stay there, jerking in the dark, like a sad little zen monk of masturbation. I liked that. Or hated it. Hard to tell.

The village itself feels lazy in a good way. You wander the road, fields on both sides, maybe stop by the river because there’s always some lonely woman “washing clothes” in a top that clings way too tight when it’s wet. You talk a bit, click a few options, flirt like an idiot, make choices that feel small but later open doors. Or thighs. Sometimes nothing happens and you just walk back with blue balls and a nice animated ass in your memory. That’s actually nice, this boredom in between the porn scenes. Gives your brain space to breathe, or overthink, or both. The dating bits are kinda sweet too, in a weird awkward way. You might sit with a local girl under a tree, just chatting, and you’re like “oh, this is cute,” and five minutes later you’re trying to not blow your load too fast while she rides you in the same grass where cows were standing earlier. Romantic if you don’t think about cow shit. I wish some routes were less grindy, but then again, if everything unlocked fast, it would lose that slow burn feeling that makes the outdoor sex scenes hit harder. Also there is one gate that clicks slightly off from the sound effect and it annoys the hell out of me every single time, and I still kept playing.

The animations are rough around the edges but somehow that fits. Bodies look real enough to fuck, not plastic dolls. Big tits bounce, bellies fold a little when they bend, thighs press together when they’re trying not to moan too loud on the side of a village path where someone might pass. Half of the fun is trying to push them into those risky spots anyway. Behind a tractor, against a tree, on a hay bale that absolutely would stab your ass in real life. You get used to the small bugs, the clunky moments, the “wait, why did that scene trigger again” stuff, because the general vibe stays chill. You browse your phone in real life between scenes, maybe check Twitter, then tab back in and your farm boy is balls deep in some country milf behind the chicken coop. It’s almost meditative. If you want to squeeze the juice from it, just play slow: talk to everyone, click the “stupid” options, wander in circles, let the farm routine lull you, then enjoy whenever the game rewards your patience by letting you finally fuck the woman you’ve been watching bend over in that damn garden for what feels like forever.

RuleUniverse feels like somebody mashed together Dragon Ball fanfic, horny Patreon art, and a half-finished RPGMaker project, then forgot to polish anything but Bulma’s tits. You start as this abandoned, overachiever student, classic “good boy with trauma”, and very fast it stops being about homework and becomes about a demon scientist girl shoving warrior DNA into your body. It sounds dramatic, “guide of the universe” and all that, but most of the time I was just wandering around the sandbox trying to remember where Android 18’s event flag was hiding while my tea got cold. The game calls itself adventure, but the real adventure is figuring out which NPC you had to click three times to unlock the next blowjob scene. And somehow that is kind of charming. In the same way old Tumblr smut was charming before everyone tried to be professional.

What really stands out to me, from a gender studies brain, is how unapologetically it leans into this fantasy of female power that exists only to be sexually harvested. Bulma is super smart, rich, has all the tech, she talks like a woman who already saved the world twice and is bored. Yet the camera is glued to her huge tits and that absurdly tight outfit in every animated scene. She’ll explain some advanced gadget, then the dialog suddenly swerves into “oh, I guess I can help you relieve your new ‘universal stress’” and two lines later she’s on her knees sucking you off like she’s been waiting her whole canon life to do exactly this. Android 18 is even more funny. In Dragon Ball she’s this cool, deadpan cyborg with moral complexity. Here she’s still cool, but the game quietly turns her “I could kill you” energy into “I could ride you until you pass out” and somehow that transformation is the most believable part. There is one oral scene with her, in a training area, where the animation focuses so much on the spit string between her lips and your cock that I completely missed a QTE prompt, and I’m still annoyed there’s no way to replay it instantly from a gallery. Pure UX crime. Also there is supposed to be romance, but the writing treats romance like a side quest you forgot in your quest log. You can pick some sweet dialog options, Bulma calls you cute, Android 18 pretends she doesn’t care, and five minutes later one of them is bouncing her big ass on your dick while the text still pretends you are talking about cosmic order. The tone whiplash is hilarious and also weirdly hot. This is not a game that understands consent discourse, but it does understand thigh physics.

The sandbox structure could be nice, in theory, because exploration fits the whole “universe DNA” theme, except the map design feels like a horny maze without a legend. One minute you are in a lab flirting with a demon scientist who looks like Chi-Chi’s goth cousin, next minute you clicked the wrong shiny thing and you are in some magical pocket zone punching training dummies to unlock a new combat skill you will probably forget to use. The combat exists, it’s not deep, and honestly I kept wishing there was a “just let me fuck” button on the UI so I didn’t have to win another tutorial fight to see Bulma ride me again. At least the animated sex scenes actually move like sex, not like stiff puppets; there is proper thrusting, body contact, tits bouncing, some nice focus on penetration when you go vaginal with the MILF-type character. Even then, the game clearly loves big boobs more than it loves anything else. Every conversation, every angle, it is like the dev had three moods: boobs from front, boobs from side, boobs slightly wet. As a scholar I could talk about how it reduces every woman to curves and mouths, how it replays shonen gender roles in extra-horny mode, how your male protagonist gets “universe DNA” instead of actual personality. As a horny player I just notice that the cumshot on Bulma’s face in one specific scene is animated way better than the whole romance arc, and somehow that says everything about RuleUniverse more clearly than any theory book I read on my Kindle.

This thing feels like somebody mashed together a heist movie, a trashy porn comic and a chill lo-fi playlist on YouTube, then forgot to polish any of it and just went “yeah, good enough.” You’re this young guy slipping through a dirty, neon city, trying to act like some smooth criminal while half the time you’re actually just creeping around halls, peeking through half-open doors and staring at huge tits you absolutely should not be staring at. One minute you’re creeping through a school corridor at night, pretending you’re checking security cameras, and the next you’re frozen because a curvy teacher with that perfect milf ass is bent over a desk, skirt riding up, panties half down, fingers already between her legs. The game just lets you sit there and watch her masturbate for way too long. Camera slowly zooms. You know you should move. You don’t. It’s full-on voyeur shit, and it doesn’t pretend to be respectable about it.

What I really liked, and also kinda hated, is how the “team” stuff keeps getting mixed with sex in ways that make zero sense but still work. You get this group of specialists for robberies, right, and you’re supposed to think about alarms and routes and timing, but somehow planning a job turns into one girl stripping on the couch “to help everyone relax,” while one of the others lazily jerks you off with one hand and scrolls Telegram with the other. There’s a scene where the older woman in the crew, the total milf archetype, corners you in a cheap motel room after a failed run, grabs your crotch through your pants and says she needs to “test your commitment to the team.” She pulls your cock out and starts a slow, teasing handjob while lecturing you like some pissed-off aunt who’s also insanely horny, spitting on it, dragging her thumb over the tip, but never quite letting you cum until you basically beg her. Then later she pretends like nothing happened and talks about “professional boundaries.” Yeah, sure.

The 3D models are dirty in a good way, not perfect, like they came from some older Honey Select era and just got tuned up. Big asses that jiggle a bit too much when they grind on you, boobs that look heavy enough to actually hurt your back, lips shiny and wet during oral scenes where girls really go all-in. There’s this one group scene in a cramped apartment where you’re supposed to be hiding from cops, but everyone ends up half naked on the living room floor. One girl kneels between your legs, deep-throating you, drool and spit completely covering your shaft, while another sits on your face, big tits bouncing as she rides your tongue, and a third one just gropes everyone like she can’t decide where to join. It’s chaotic. Feels like the dev was horny and tired at the same time. There’s teasing that goes nowhere, handjobs that suddenly jump to vaginal sex without any smooth transition, and sometimes the dialogue sounds like Google Translate tried to write a crime drama. But the city vibe, the soft background beats, the way you catch the milf undressing near a half-open window and just watch her strip piece by piece, knowing someone else in the house is related to you and this is absolutely not okay… it sticks in your head more than it should.

Tragedy of Medusa feels like someone looked at Greek mythology, opened Excel, and said “ok, how can I turn this into maximum horny chaos over time.” From data side, it’s kinda fun: you can literally see the curve where “goddess drama” intersects with “lesbian tension” and then spikes hard when the sisters leave their safe island and land in war-torn Athens. The game throws you in with three divine girls who are way too hot to be this permanently stressed, walking into a city where gods, demons, and succubi are all basically having a giant murder party. You control the sisters, mostly through the main one, and everything around them wants to either kill them, fuck them, or both in strange order. Sometimes the game lets you tease that line a bit too much, in a good way. Sometimes it just pushes you over it and shrugs.

What I liked is how the erotic stuff doesn’t feel disconnected from the danger. You’re trying to keep these girls alive, avoiding Olympian hit squads, and suddenly you’re in a temple scene where one sister is on her knees in front of a smug priestess, “negotiating” with her mouth while another sister watches from the shadows, hand under her robe, clearly not just “nervous.” The lesbian energy is all over the place: soft moments when they’re tending to each other’s wounds, then it flips and you have one pinning the other against a ruined pillar, fingers working between her legs because “we could die tomorrow anyway.” There’s also the incest angle quietly simmering under everything; they’re sisters, they’re goddesses, they’re way too touchy, and the game just lets that heat build in side scenes. One moment you’re talking strategy, next thing one of them is sliding her hand down her sibling’s thigh while Athens burns in the background. Very subtle. Not really. And yeah, sometimes you get those more blunt scenes: forced oral with a demon who wants tribute, a handjob used as payment for protection, animated sequences that go from soft tongue play to rough throat use with almost no warning. It’s messy, but it fits the “war of gods and monsters” vibe in a kind of fucked up way.

What actually annoyed me is how often the pacing derails for small things. There was this one alley scene where I spent way too long staring at a bloodied stone wall behind them, because the 3DCG lighting made it look like wet meat, while the sisters were mid lesbian make-out. My brain was half “nice tongue work” and half “who the hell textured that wall like that.” And some of the graphic violence goes a bit extra: you’ll get a tender incest-flavored cuddle, then a head flies off in the next shot with more detail than the nipples had. The transitions can feel like someone is alt-tabbing between Pornhub and a gore compilation. Also the UI sometimes hides important choices behind tiny buttons, so you’re trying to decide if the eldest sister sucks off a demon to save the others, or if you risk a fight, and your eye is stuck on a misaligned icon in the corner. Weirdly charming, but still annoying. The mythology stuff isn’t perfectly accurate either; I’m pretty sure half these “Olympians” are just OCs with abs and attitude, but whatever, accuracy curve is clearly not the metric here. The important part is that the sisters are constantly under pressure, sexually and physically, and the game commits to that. No clean hero arc, just three divine girls in a fucked city, licking, choking, bleeding, fingering, bargaining their way through a divine shitstorm, like a very horny line going off the chart and never really flattening.

This one starts very simple: she needs a place to crash, you have an empty room, and somehow that turns into you running this weird half-boarding house, half-sex lab of bad decisions. It pretends to be about helping a “friend in need”, but let’s be honest, after the first sleep scene where you just stand there at her bed, staring at those huge tits pressing against the sheets, it becomes about how far you can push things without her really catching on. Or maybe she knows. The game kind of enjoys that blurry line where you’re not sure if she’s pretending to sleep while your hand slowly creeps under the blanket and you feel her thighs shift, or if she’s actually out cold and you’re just a horny bastard with way too much freedom. And then you click the more daring option anyway, because the little stat numbers in the corner keep going up and you want to see what happens when “corruption” beats “trust” or whatever sick combo the game is cooking.

What surprised me is how it mixes that lazy “on rails” story feeling with these short, punchy scenes that pop up when you don’t expect them. One moment you’re just checking some management menu, thinking about rent and chores and which girl gets what job, and the next moment she walks in from the shower, towel barely holding, and there’s this tiny choice like “pretend not to look” or “let your eyes wander.” Both options are horny. Just different flavors of perv. When your powers start to show up, it gets even nastier, because now you’re not only peeking, you’re nudging her mind, twisting her thoughts, making her “forget” to pull her top back up while she talks to you about totally normal things. There is this scene on the couch where you test stuff on her while she scrolls on her phone, and you slowly turn idle teasing into her absentmindedly stroking your dick while still talking about groceries, as if her hand doesn’t even belong to her. That one stuck in my head. Or my dick, honestly. The quietness of it is hotter than the big obvious blowjob moments.

Sometimes the pacing is weird. The game spends forever on you just watching her walk around the house in panties, brushing her teeth, doing these tiny strip scenes that feel like they last longer than some full sex events in other games. At first I was annoyed, like “ok, I get it, she has big tits, move the fuck on,” but then I caught myself replaying one specific brushing scene because the animation of her spitting out foam while her nipples poke the shirt just hit some dumb caveman part of my brain. I still hate that the text box jumps up and down every time the camera angle changes, it feels clunky and I keep misclicking the wrong choice. It’s a small thing but it keeps pissing me off. Anyway, the harem thing slowly builds in the background, with you starting to manage more girls, more rooms, more little routines, and your control spreads like mold in a damp bathroom. You touch one girl while another “accidentally” walks in, or you use your tricks to make them comfortable stripping in front of open windows, moaning a bit louder than they should, hands between their legs “just to relax.” It’s not subtle, and sometimes it’s downright trashy, but the game owns that vibe completely, especially when it lets you sit at the edge of the bed, hand under the blanket, stroking her slowly while the only sound is her fake soft snoring, and you have to decide if you stop, or if you push in deeper and see how much you can get away with tonight. You already know the answer, though.

Moonlight plays like someone smashed a detective show, a porn folder, and a Black Mirror episode together, then forgot to sand the edges. You’re this tired investigator with too much shit in his head and a neural implant that keeps buzzing like a broken phone. The city feels sick in a quiet way, full of people who basically rented out their bodies to AI so they can hide in fake paradise. On top of that, you’re walking around crime scenes where the corpses look almost peaceful, but the blood splatter is anything but. The first time you follow a lead into a filthy alley under that fake moonlight billboard and see the body twitch because of leftover implant signals, it got way more under my skin than I expected from something that also lets me get my dick sucked in an expensive apartment later.

The game teases you a lot, on purpose. You meet this older woman in a fancy highrise, classic rich milf energy, way too calm for someone who might be tied to a murder. She leans over the glass table, dress sliding up just a bit, asking questions about the case while her hand rests a little too close to your thigh. There’s a slow burn vibe at first, she walks around you, touches your shoulder, keeps brushing “imaginary dust” from your jacket. Then later, when she finally drops the act, she’s on her knees in that same living room, lipstick slightly smeared, giving a lazy, confident blowjob while still talking about evidence and data leaks like it’s a normal office chat. The scene has small details that stick more than the actual sex. The quiet hum of the city outside, the little lens of a drone blinking red in the window while she strokes you with this bored, almost cruel smile. It feels nice and fucked up at the same time, which kind of sums up the whole game. And yeah, sometimes the animations look a bit stiff, but honestly, the way she looks up at you with that tired “I’ve done this a hundred times” face hits harder than some super polished porn game.

What surprised me was how often the erotic stuff is tied straight into the investigation. You’re not just banging random girls because “it’s a porn game lol”. Half of the time, sex is a tool, or a trap, or both. One suspect literally uses her implant to sync with yours during a handjob, flooding your brain with fake memories while she laughs and jerks you off to keep you distracted. On screen you’re panting, but in the corner of the UI you see tiny flashes of corrupted case files, like your orgasm might actually delete evidence. Another time you’re interrogating a woman in a cheap neon motel, the walls too thin, sirens outside. She’s shaking, scared, then suddenly climbs on top of you and starts grinding, half crying, half begging you to “turn off” her implant by making her come hard enough to overload it. It’s messed up, but also weirdly tender, because in that moment she’s using sex as the only way she can feel human again. I wish the romance side was a bit less tangled in pain, but if they made it fluffier it would break the whole vibe, so yeah, it’s better this way, even if I’m complaining. The violent scenes sometimes feel more intimate than the kissing, and the kissing sometimes feels more dangerous than the gunfire. Also, whoever decided that the MC’s bed should forever have that one ugly blanket pattern is a criminal and I will never forgive them. Anyway, the weird thing is, after a while, the blowjob in the back of a flying taxi, the messy vaginal sex on the detective office couch, the soft teasing in a dark corridor with only HUD signals lighting your faces, all of that starts to feel like part of the same big, broken puzzle instead of separate “scenes”. It’s horny, yeah, but it’s also like making out with a malfunctioning future.

You slip into the captain’s chair of the Cerritos and the first thing that hits you is not the stars, not the engines, not the duty. It’s chaos. Pure horny chaos. The crew is lazy, smug, half-dressed in corridors, gossiping in the mess like it’s some horny version of Slack where everyone shares nudes instead of reports. Mariner is at the center of that storm, of course. She looks you in the eye, smirks, and basically says with her whole body: “What are you going to do about it, captain?” And the game just hands you the keys and whispers: bend her or break her. Or let her corrupt everyone while you pretend you’re still in charge.

I love how it pretends to be all official starship business, then five clicks later you’re in some cramped Jeffries tube with an ensign on their knees, giving messy oral while you’re trying to remember if this was a discipline scene or just you being a bastard. The AI CG gives this weird dreamy look to their faces in a good way, like porn you found in an old folder and it turns you on more because it’s slightly imperfect. Ahegao faces hit hard here: eyes rolled up, tongue out, cum dripping, and the captain’s log in your head going completely off-topic. And the game doesn’t care about perfect morality at all. You can blackmail Mariner with caught-in-the-shower shots, trade promotions for creampies, turn “staff meetings” into bukkake parties on the holo table. There’s this one moment where you walk in on two “straight” male officers fooling around in a storage room, one of them already slick with lube, and you can just quietly close the door or join in and fuck them till they start calling you “sir” with that broken little voice. The switch from goofy humor to dirty humiliation is brutal sometimes, like a comedy skit that suddenly ends in anal and tears and they still thank you.

What really stuck in my head though is the way the game lets bodies be messy and wrong and hot. Big tits that bounce when the gravity flickers, a trap ensign blushing as you push them against the bulkhead, lactation scenes where you’re half making fun of them and half addicted to the taste, that one corrupted officer who goes from smug to begging for vaginal or anal just so you don’t leak the vids to the whole ship. You can be a total bastard captain if you want, using cheating partners as toys, turning proud officers into cum tanks, leaving them covered in sticky white on the bridge floor like some fucked up fleet tradition. And then it drops a joke about some Star Trek thing but slightly wrong, and you laugh even while you’re watching an animated loop of Mariner riding you raw, expression glazed, milk leaking down her belly. It feels like something I’d want to draw fanart of for days: the captain’s boot on a neck, a uniform half torn, bright colors, stupid grin, shameful arousal. “Best Use of Rank Abuse” award from me, absolutely undeserved and completely accurate.